Behold, the great Creator makes

Behold, the great Creator makes
himself a house of clay,
a robe of virgin flesh he takes
which he will wear for ay.

Hark, heal! the wise eternal Word
like a weak infant cries!
in form of servant is the Lord,
and God in cradle lies.

This wonder all the world amazed,
it shook the starry frame;
squadrons of angels stood and gazed,
then down in troops they came.

Glad shepherds run to view this sight;
a choir of angels sings,
and eastern sages with delight
adore this King of kings.

Join then, all hearts that are not stone,
and all our voices prove;
to celebrate this Holy One,
the God of peace and love.